It was a moment frozen in time. Robin and I could only stand there andstare at the person we had both thought was gone forever.Could that really be my...body...my REAL body...standing there? Hadn't itdied when the real Stephanie, still maddened by the device, got in somehorrible wreck.And if it really, truly was my body, was that still Stephanie still insideof it. And if so, had she too had the effects of the device wear off overtime, as they had over the rest of us left infected?Most. What a wanton woman she had become, she thought as her juices continued to run down her leg. The footsteps were almost at the door now as her asshole was suddenly invaded with the stranger’s cock. Again she tried to resist. Her husband, early in their marriage, wanted to have anal sex but she always refused. Now, a complete stranger was taking her virgin ass. She felt his cock pass her sphincter and she involuntarily pushed against it groaning, surprised at the jolts of electricity rippling. She was tired, she realized as she unlocked the door with the key the driver had given her and went inside, it had been a long day. The place was deluxe, lots of wood and stone, a wood stove with a fire going, a small but beautiful kitchen. On the rough-hewn dining table, there was an envelope, and a bottle of sparkling wine and two flutes. The envelope was heavy, something metal inside. Opening it, there was a short note, and a silver padlock, the bail open, no key.Her pussy clenched at the. Talking to us the whole time... “I wouldn’t say I’m actually into bestiality ... Not obsessed with it ... But I definitely want to try it ... And I’m sure I’ll enjoy it, because I just enjoy all sex ... It looks so hot and heavy, and dirty ... It’s like when I fuck another woman ... I’m not a lesbian, but I love fucking women ... It’s just a hobby though – not a lifestyle...” She laughs.“But I’m not here because doing it turns me on ... I’m here because I really like the idea of being there.